Peace at last

Deep breaths. One, two, three. Three, two, one.   Water v. human. Human v. water. Deep breaths one, two, three – no, stop. Water in the lungs. Beautiful, cool, sweet water now burning in the passage of the throat Water, once soothing a patched throat Now tearing it apart, like fire.   Hands, feet, skin. … More Peace at last


Oh, it hurts. Like a knife, should I say? Or like a burning cigarette end? More than both, for I have been both stabbed and burnt.